Summary: Sanji is the new rich kid at school. Zoro is the number one delinquent from a poor family. A lot happens around them normally, but what about when you stick them together to form the disciplinary club? ZoSan. AU. Rated M.
Currently Zoro, Usopp, and Luffy were on the rooftop of their school Great Grand Line High. Sanji had just transferred into the school yesterday and already had the reputation of being a "Ladies' Man." The three delinquents were currently talking about all of the weird people they've seen and met in this school.
"Hey Zoro, have you seen the new kid yet?" Usopp asked from his spot on the floor.
"Nah, didn't bother." Zoro grumbled sleepily from against the door.
"Why not Zoro? I heard that he can cook some tasty meat!" Luffy began to drool at the thought of eating the rumored food.
"So you've all met him already?" Zoro raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"Nope!" Both of the boys replied in unison.
"Then why the hell do I have to be the first one to meet him?" Zoro growled angrily.
"That's because you guys are about the same, from what I've heard." Usopp explained.
"What do you mean we're the same?" Zoro huffed in annoyance.
"There's a rumor that he beat some guys to a pulp. That he is short tempered and very easily agitated. Oh, and that he glares at anyone who insults him, food, or women." Usopp pointed out.
"That sounds nothing like me." Zoro grumbled before falling asleep.
"It sounds more like you than you want to realize." Luffy said seriously before doing a one-eighty and acting like an idiot as he ate a sandwich.
~~!~~
"Eeeeh!" Nami squealed in surprise.
"That's what I heard." Robin informed the navigator.
"So… Zoro and this new kid, Sanji, are alike?" Nami asked as insurance.
"Pretty much so, other than Cook-san being kinder to women and a bit friendlier than swordsman-san." Robin explained.
"I want to meet this 'Sanji' before Luffy does. Who knows how long it will take me to get to talk to him and pry if Luffy is constantly around him asking for food." Nami pondered lightly.
"He should be eating lunch in the classroom with all of the ladies right now." Robin pointed out.
"Great! Can you come with me in case I need some back-up?" Nami asked.
"Sure, I don't mind. I've been wanting to see what he's like myself." Robin accepted.
The two girls made their way down the hall to where the new kid was supposed to be located. They got there to find the classroom in an uproar. Apparently, a male student with pink hair started to harass one of the females again and Sanji snapped. He currently had his foot in the man's face and was sending some evil glares at the guy.
"He's more like Zoro than I thought." Nami paled at the sight before her.
"In a different way, but yes, he is." Robin smiled, obviously not bothered by the sight before her.
"Now apologize to the lady." Sanji snarled at the man under his foot.
"No." The guy stubbornly growled back and got the heel of Sanji's dress shoe pressed to his cheek.
"I'm not going to remove my foot until you apologize to the lady." Sanji said calmly before turning his attention back to the girl before him. "I'm sorry that you have to witness this dreadful scene. I'll make it up to you with some tea and cakes tomorrow as an apology."
"Now I see what you meant by him being different." Nami paled again.
"Ah! Mellorine~ I'm sorry that all of you beautiful ladies had to witness this. I'll bring cakes and tea for all of you." Sanji wiggled as he used a sing-song voice.
"You shouldn't take your attention off of your enemy." The man under Sanji's foot grabbed his ankle and twisted it in an odd direction.
Sanji only winced slightly at the pain before turning his body the same way as his foot with inhuman flexibility and stamping his other foot in the man's face angrily. The man let out a gurgle of surprise before going back to being quiet. Some of the guy's friends were watching from the hall with angry expressions. Something was going to be done about this.
"Now apologize to the lady for upsetting her precious lunch time." Sanji glared at the man who was close to surrendering.
"I'm sorry for disturbing your precious lunch time and bothering you." The guy finally submitted and starting to break out in tears as Sanji foot finally left his face.
"There… now was that so hard to do in the first place?" Sanji patted the guy's head like a dog before returning his attention back to the girls. "I'm sorry for taking up your eating time as well. Should we all have lunch now that this little charade is finally over?"
"Wow… he really is on a different scale than Zoro but they're still alike." Nami awed as the mood suddenly changed.
"See? I wonder what would happen if we got them to meet each other? Would it be an all-out war or would they work together?" Robin pondered.
"We, as the student council, will have to arrange that somehow. Just think of how much the bullying would die down if they would become the ultimate tag team and ruled over the school's discipline." Nami got a sly smile on her face.
"Now that would be something Navigator-san." Robin admitted.
~~!~~
The last school bell had rang and Zoro had been awoken from his afternoon nap. He wandered aimlessly down the hallways, not even bothering to think about where he was going because he knew that he'd get lost anyway. Meandering for almost an hour, Zoro finally got outside of building. There were scuffing noises coming from behind the school building that piqued the swordsman's interest. It was unusual that someone other than he would be fighting.
He peeked around the corner hesitantly to be almost smacked by a flying guy. The guy landed on the ground unconscious with blood coming out of his nose and mouth. Zoro peeked around once more to see a flash of blonde hair and the black dress clothes that boys of this school were forced to wear. Blood splattered on the ground as guy after guy hit the floor unconscious. Most of the guys were using steel poles and knives except for the blonde one that was being attacked. He only used his feet against his opponents.
Zoro was used to the way that most of the other delinquents fought against people stronger than they were. The blonde guy fighting must not have gotten the memo because he had blood dripping from cuts covering nearly every part of his body. His face and hands seemed to be the only part untouched. After the last guy had hit the floor, the blonde stood and picked his bag back up and started to walk towards the gate with a sigh like nothing happened.
"You shouldn't be snooping around in other people's business like that." The blonde stopped just before the corner to pull a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his breast pocket.
"I can't help it that it's not normal for people to be fighting here and I'm not in it." Zoro crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.
"That would make you what, the top delinquent?" There was the sound of a lighter being snapped on the tell-tale smell of nicotine in the air.
"What about it? You're here less than a week and already getting on a gang's hit list. That's better than what I had going my first week." Zoro gave a smug look as the blonde came around the corner and leaned against the wall beside him, a cigarette in his mouth.
"So I'm doing better than the notorious Roronoa Zoro? Looks like you did your homework though." Sanji smirked around his cigarette.
"My first week here was spent wandering the halls and sleeping in odd places. You don't cause trouble that way." Zoro shrugged.
"You were LOST?" Sanji snickered. "Dumb marimo can't find his way through the halls still?"
"So what?" Zoro snapped. "What the hell's a marimo anyway?"
"It's a rare kind of sea kelp… looks a lot like your hair." Sanji sneered.
"Who the hell you calling kelp, curly?" Zoro snarled back.
"What did you just call me?" Sanji tried hard to keep his calm.
"Curly… What about it? Don't like your name curly?" Zoro teased.
"Fucking marimo! You have no room to call me curly, kelpie!" Sanji swung a leg at Zoro only to have him block it and glare back before throwing a punch.
The two started fighting and soon got into a rhythm that was hard to slow or speed up. It wasn't until Sanji's one leg wobbled out and he went crashing to the ground that they remotely stopped. The sun was starting to set by now and the air was chilling slightly.
"Damn it…" Sanji muttered around a newly lit cigarette.
"What, couldn't take my hits?" Zoro teased.
"Fuck off… it's only because I was getting beat up earlier that I even fell. If I was in perfect condition, it would be you that would be on the ground right now." Sanji snarled as he tried to stand up only to have his knees give out again.
"Oi… are you even going to make it off the ground by tonight?" Zoro gave the blonde a skeptical look.
"I'm fine, so go find your little marimo family and leave me the hell alone." Sanji snapped as he managed to get onto his feet by leaning against the wall.
"My parents taught me not to leave defenseless curly-eyebrowed idiots on the ground and unable to get home." Zoro shrugged defensively.
"Shut up!" Sanji growled as he carefully shuffled away from the wall and started to make his way home with Zoro a few steps behind.
The two of them got almost a block away before Zoro's presence started to irritate the blonde. He kept looking back to see the green-haired male glaring at him angrily like he had done something wrong. Sanji kept on walking and trying to ignore him, but the cold shivers up his spine told him that the marimo was still there.
"Why the hell are you following me?" Sanji turned and snapped at the swordsman.
"I was wondering why the hell you were walking me home…" Zoro glared.
"What the hell do you mean walking you home? I live this way god dammit." Sanji growled defensively.
"Whatever… not like I give a shit where you live." Zoro grumbled as he took the lead and started to walk to his house.
The two males walked in silence until they came upon their houses. Surprisingly, they stood right next to each other at the front gate of one of the houses on the block. Both of them glared at each other menacingly like something was up with the other. Zeff and Koshiro both came out of the large house and called out to the boys.
"Sanji, meet the man who is allowing us to stay here, Koshiro." Zeff introduced.
"Zoro, this is Sanji's father Zeff. They'll be staying here for a while until we work something out." Koshiro introduced as well.
"Where the hell do you expect them to sleep?" Zoro snorted irritatedly.
"Well… Zeff will get to use the attic and Sanji will be sharing a room with you." Koshiro explained with a smile.
Zoro and Sanji paled and both said, "WHAT!?" in unison.
"Why the hell do I have to sleep in the same room as a marimo? He'll contaminate the air just being in an enclosed space!" Sanji whined.
"I'll contaminate the air? What about you and your smoking? Won't that cause all my clothes and stuff to smell like nicotine?" Zoro snarled back.
"I open windows marimo! Ever heard of one?" Sanji growled back in response.
"You two seem to be getting along just fine! You'll do all right for about a month or two." Koshiro smiled.
"Getting along? This is not getting along… and a month? I have to deal with this moss head for a month?" Sanji snorted while digging his heel into Zoro's face angrily.
"A month or more. Depending on just how bad your situation is." Koshiro corrected.
"The beds are already in place and your clothes are in a box on your bed Sanji." Zeff said in a failed attempt to get the blonde's mind off of just how long they'll be at the house.
"Fine! I'm going to bed!" Sanji snarled as Zoro stood there with his arms crossed defiantly.
Sanji stomped up the stairs angrily towards where his and Zoro's bedroom is after a quick explanation of the house's layout from Zeff. He opened the door and quickly found his bed, putting the box and his bag on the floor and face planting into the pillow. Blood from his cuts started to leave small smears on his covers when he finally decided to go wash up in the connected bathroom. Zoro came in almost thirty minutes later with some bandages and rubbing alcohol.
"Koshiro was worried about you and told me to bring you this." Zoro threw the things at the back of Sanji's head only to get no response.
"Oi, you dead or something? Don't stink up my room with your rotting flesh." Zoro sauntered up to the blonde with a scowl.
He bent over to wave a hand in front of Sanji's face only to find him already asleep. The blonde was sleeping so silently that Zoro never even realized he was asleep until he got close enough. With a sigh, the swordsman wandered back over to his bed and climbed under his covers after setting his alarm for five o'clock in the morning. His usual waking time.
~~!~~
Zoro awoke to find Sanji missing from his bed. Without a care, the swordsman got out of bed and threw on some sweat pants and headed down stairs to grab a bite to eat and head out back to train. On his way down the steps, Zoro caught a whiff of something good cooking. He turned the corner to the kitchen to see the blonde in an apron and cooking while humming nonchalantly to himself. Zeff and Koshiro were nowhere in sight, so the swordsman took a seat at the table quietly.
"Ten more minutes and the fish in the oven should be done. Then you can eat." Sanji slid into the seat across the table, lighting a cigarette.
"Oi, don't smoke those in the kitchen. You'll make my food taste worse than it already is." Zoro grumbled with a stifled yawn.
"Che… you don't have taste buds to begin with marimo, so why do I have to stop smoking?" Sanji smirked playfully. "My food doesn't taste that bad!"
"It probably tastes like shit." Zoro smirked back.
"It does not, or all the ladies wouldn't keep asking for more food every day." Sanji stood up from his seat and walked past Zoro, ruffling his hair on his way to the kitchen.
"The hell was that for shit-cook?" Zoro grumbled and yawned.
"Go back to sleep. This is why you're so directionally challenged and never come to class. Did you know that you're failing and will end up staying in high school longer than me at this rate?" Sanji chided from the kitchen stove.
"Shuddup…" Zoro muttered sleepily before falling asleep on the table.
Sanji finished up making breakfast and some bentos for lunch. While he was making the tea and cakes for the ladies in his class, Koshiro meandered down the steps sleepily. He took a seat beside Zoro and ate the food that was set out for him. Sanji was in the middle of icing the small cakes when Zeff came down the steps and instantly started to criticize his food.
"Your fish isn't cut exactly to proportion, your cakes are too sweet, the tea hasn't been steeped to the strongest capacity, and you should have cooked your rice a tad bit longer." Zeff grumbled as Zoro finally woke up to notice the food placed at his face and Zeff's ranting.
"Stop complaining and just eat it old man! It's not like you could do any better with these ingredients and knives!" Sanji barked back.
"You're a hundred too years too early to try and better me eggplant!" Zeff bellowed angrily at the blonde, Zoro just missed hearing Sanji's nickname.
"Fuck off Zeff! I'm going to go get dressed." Sanji yelled on his way up the steps, throwing the apron in Zeff's face on the way.
"What was that all about?" Zoro asked as he downed the rest of his food.
"He actually cooked the food nicely, I was just pushing him to try harder and make it better by pulling out all the faults and telling him about it." Zeff explained as he dug into his fish.
"Oh, so like I do with my students at the dojo… when they do something right, I only tell them what they did wrong." Koshiro dug into his food as well.
Zoro sat there dumbfounded by the stuff he didn't understand. With a look at the clock, he noticed that he had about an hour before he had to get ready. Just enough time to do a few weight lifts and sit ups. The swordsman sauntered out the door and into the back yard where he kept all his training equipment.
~~!~~
"Oi muscle head! You have five minutes before we have to go out the door! What the hell are you doing getting all sweaty before class?!" Sanji yelled out the window of their bedroom and down at the back yard.
"Shit!" Zoro cursed as he put down his weights and made a break for the bedroom to get changed and ready, already deciding to skip a quick shower.
Sanji stood in the doorway with a hand on his hip and the other up so he could check his watch for the time. He tapped it as Zoro ran past as a signal that he was running out of time. Zoro got changed at record time and whipped out the door before Sanji could hand him his bento box. With a sigh, the blonde walked after the swordsman on his way to the school.
~~!~~
The first bell had already rang when Zoro finally got to the classroom for homeroom. He had gotten lost again but didn't dare to admit it. As he looked around for his seat, after shooting a few glares at the teacher, he noticed that Sanji's assigned seat was right next to his and he paled. Their teacher had started roll call and Zoro fell asleep again, only to be awoken with a sharp kick to the back of his leg.
"Roronoa Zoro…" The teacher called out hesitantly.
"Here…" Zoro grumbled out the moment his name was called, having already been awaken by a kick not long before the roll hit his name.
The whole class blinked in surprise that Zoro was, for once, in class and responsive at the time. Usually he slept through roll call or just didn't show up at all. Everyone knew he was in the school because there was usually some news of a fight breaking out during the school day that he was the center of. Zoro was kept within the classroom all morning by Sanji constantly kicking his shin when he tried to leave and kicking the back of his leg when he slept. By lunch, Zoro was very ticked off at having been kept awake all morning and kicked several times.
"Oi, Zoro. Where are you going?" Sanji raised an eyebrow when the swordsman tried to take off during lunch break.
"Roof…" Zoro wasn't quite sure why he answered the blonde. It was probably out of habit to answer when someone asks a question.
"What about your bento?" Sanji asked, fully aware that the swordsman never got it off the counter.
"Shit… oh, well." Zoro mumbled to himself as he left the classroom and high tailed it to the roof.
"Hey Zoro, what took you so long to get up here?" Usopp asked.
"Stupid blonde wouldn't let me leave." Zoro mumbled before taking his spot in front of the door.
"So you finally met Sanji? Did he make you food? Was it yummy? Was there MEAT?!" Luffy bombarded the swordsman with questions.
"Yes I met him, yes I had some of his food, I wouldn't call it yummy, and no, there was NO meat." Zoro grumbled irritatedly.
"Aww… I want him to make me some MEAT!" Luffy's mouth started watering on as if on cue.
"Luffy, is that all you ever think of?" Usopp asked with a sweat drop.
"No, I think about other stuff too!" Luffy pouted defiantly.
"Like what exactly?" Zoro chimed in groggily.
"Well… I think of meat, my friends, my friends with meat, Na…, meat flavored ice cream, meat flavored soda, how seagulls might taste, …mi, and where my friends are." Luffy declared.
"I don't even want to know about the random 'Na' and 'mi' in that list." Usopp paled as he figured out his friend's sly move.
"Well, at least it's not more meat…" Zoro shrugged.
There was what sounded like a brisk nock at the door behind Zoro. Luffy and Usopp looked at it questioningly since nobody else ever came up here but the trio. Zoro shrugged it off as though it was just someone trying to play some kind of a prank on them. Silence followed for a good three minutes before the door was suddenly bent off its hinges and onto Zoro's head harshly, a ticked off blonde at the other side with a foot on the bent metal.
"Oi, damn Marimo… open the fucking door when someone knocks! Don't just sit your lazy ass in front of it like the shitty lump of kelp you are! I even took the fucking time out of serving the ladies in the classroom to bring you the damn food you left on the counter shitty swordsman! You should be god damn thankful that I noticed the fucking thing before leaving the god damn house!" Sanji glared angrily at the green fuzz that was peeking out from under the bent door and let the words fly. He was lucky that none of the ladies were close enough to hear him spout off like this. His language use made even some of the hardiest sailors cringe.
Zoro blinked with confusion at the blonde before getting a neatly wrapped bento thrown at his face. After catching it, the swordsman smirked ever so slightly at the amount of cussing that he would have never guessed would come out of the blonde's mouth. Sanji stormed back down the stairs angrily and the rooftop went silent for a few moments before Luffy let out a strangled chortle.
"What was that about?" Usopp asked innocently.
"I left my lunch at home this morning. Apparently he brought it with him." Zoro shrugged and Luffy let out another strangled laugh.
"What the hell's so funny?" Zoro glared at the younger male.
"Was that your… boyfriend or mother? Bringing you your lunch like that, it must have been one of those two." Luffy sniggered.
"I'd call him more of my mother… he stood in the god damn kitchen wearing a pink apron this morning as he made breakfast." Zoro opened the bento and was surprised to find a pair of chopsticks inside as he dug in. Luffy began to laugh so hard that his stomach hurt.
"So… why is that guy living with you?" Usopp asked after Luffy's burst of laughter.
"Apparently his father and Koshiro are old acquaintances. They are having moving issues or something and had to stay somewhere. Koshiro took them in for a while. I'm stuck living with him for two or more months." Zoro heaved with a bored look. Luffy had managed to smell the bento and was hovering over the swordsman trying to get to the heavenly smelling lunch.
"So now that he's staying with you, he cooked and packed you lunch?" Usopp looked at the obviously handmade bento that held a few of his own favorites. It smelled like something that would come out of a five-star restaurant that he knew Zoro would never be able to afford even a quarter of a meal from.
"He says that he's a chef. A pretty damn good one apparently." Zoro explained with an annoyed eye roll at the complement. "I say that he's a pretty shitty chef."
"If I may, can I have a bite of that?" Usopp looked at the lunch longingly.
"Me too, me too! I want meat!" Luffy climbed his way up Zoro's back to try and get better leverage to the food.
"Alright… you can each have one piece and only one because I was training this morning and have gotten hungry again." Zoro chastised.
Usopp took one as directed and surprisingly Luffy only took one as well. The two sat beside each other and tentatively put the piece into their mouths and chewed. It took Luffy only a few seconds after he was finished for drool to start leaking down his chin and to start eyeing up the bento. Zoro let a threatening glare fall on the younger man. Usopp could understand just why Zoro would be protective of the lunch, especially if said swordsman was just as hungry as he claimed to be.
~!~
Lunch had finished and Sanji noticed that the green-haired swordsman never returned to class. Sanji waited patiently until the teacher called Zoro's name and got no response. Instead of asking where the, most likely lost, swordsman was. The rest of the class went on like nothing was wrong at all. 'That stupid block head is probably lost again. He's probably been lost so many times that everyone here just disregards it as if nothing is wrong because it has become a normalcy. His stupidly green moss head won't show up until the end of class thinking he was right on time.' Sanji said to himself with a slight grin at the last thought. The day went on with Sanji just acting like everyone else, sure enough that the directionally challenged swordsman wouldn't show up until the end of class.
~!~
At the end of the day, Sanji walked out of the class just after the bell rang. He started walking down the hall with his usually long strides to his locker to get his things and head on home. Just as he neared his locker, that was located right in front of the men's bathroom, he was wrenched into the bathroom by the back of his collar. Sanji being Sanji, he turned to scream at the men for possibly ruining and dirtying his clothes.
"What the fuck do you shit heads think you're doing to my clothes? I'm now going to have to wash them three times over just to get your grubby prints off the back of my collar!" Sanji yelled angrily. "Now apologize or I'm going to have to make you!"
The two males that were directly in front of him turned into four as two more blocked the bathroom door. Those four turned into eight, then sixteen as two guys came out of each of the four stalls. All of them held some kind of weapon, ranging from knives to wooden planks with nails to metal poles. Sanji let out a small sigh of annoyance at the second group of people to attack him within the last two days.
"Now what the hell do you want? I already kicked some of your asses the other day, why do I have to do it twice?" Sanji shrugged as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, making sure not to light up for being within the school.
"You are on our black list for beating up one of our members in front of everyone the other day. Prepare to bleed and die right here in this shitty bathroom." One of the guys in front of the blonde explained with a smirk. He had some weird segmented ponytail and a long, thin mustache. This was the only guy who looked somewhat like a leader to the rest who looked more like lackeys than anything.
"Oh, that idiot. I thought that there was someone staring at me from the door the whole time. Who knew it would be some of his shitty friends. Though he was super weak and seemed rather stupid during the whole thing. Never thought that someone could be that weak." Sanji provoked the men.
"You dare talk about our leader like that? Although he is really weak?" The mustache man growled angrily as he took out his weapon, spiked brass knuckles.
"Oh, he's your leader? Then you all must be just as weak as he is." Sanji kept provoking the man easily.
The men were provoked quicker than Sanji would have expected them to be. They all ran for Sanji at once, armed to the teeth. Sanji leapt out of their quickly enclosing circle, landed on the shoulder of one of the unsuspecting men and spun around rapidly, kicking the other men in the face. His one leg was caught by the weird mustache man and he was sent flying towards the sinks.
Using his inhuman flexibility as a defense. Sanji turned himself mid-air and hit the sinks feet first to reduce damage. He stood back up in time to dodge a punch from the mustache man, barely managing to escape without a single cut from the 'clawed' brass knuckles. Turning at another odd angle, Sanji brought his one leg around to connect with the man's lower back. His leg met the other man's arm as he blocked Sanji's attack.
Both of them jumped back two feet before trying to strike again. Most of the lackeys stood back in fear of getting killed and/or upsetting their commander. The few who didn't tried to attack Sanji from the back but were met with an unsuspected kick to the ribs each time. Sanji bobbed and weaved around the bigger man's attacks, getting used to his attack patterns and habits.
Sanji ducked under one of the attacks and got under the man's defense. He aimed a kick to his ribs but got punched hard in the gut. The blonde doubled over in pain as he was sent into the sinks again. Blood ran down his school clothes, luckily they were black, and onto the floor from the new claw-like wounds. One of the bystanders lunged at him for an attack and was met with another kick to the ribs. Everyone in the bathroom heard the tell-tale sound of breaking bones and Sanji smirked.
The rest of the group attacked all at once and was met with a series of hard kicks to either their ribs or upper thigh. Most of them lay on the floor with broken bones. Sanji let out a held in breath and faced his last opponent challengingly. Showing no weakness from the wound he received earlier, Sanji attacked with the same ferocity as he had before. Weird Mustache Man began to dodge and attack in intervals that were knew to Sanji. He hadn't done this earlier when they were fighting.
Somewhere along the line, Sanji's movements began to slow down tremendously. His injury was starting to get to him. He was unsure of how much blood he had lost, but it had to have been quite a bit because the two of them were now sliding around in each other's blood. Sanji had gotten a few hits in before his injury had started to hinder his fighting, spilling the other man's blood rather effectively. In addition, Sanji had gotten hit a few more times by the bigger man's brass claws and was now bleeding even more than earlier. The two of them fought until the bigger man was knocked unconscious with one of his strongest attacks, although it puts a strain on his body.
"When did I ever let some shitty bastard do this much to me?" Sanji mumbled as he practically stumbled out of the bathroom.
Everyone had gone home by now, so nobody was anywhere to be seen. Sanji sighed in relief at seeing the hallways empty of his beautiful ladies that wouldn't have to see him like this. The blonde staggered to his locker only to figure that there was no way he was getting home with his bag, so he just left it in the locker. His sight was starting to get blurrier and darker by the minute and it wouldn't be too long before he passed out from exhaustion and blood loss. He hobbled forward and covered the wound on his abdomen with a hand to try and slow the bleeding.
~!~
Zoro had been wandering down the hallways again trying to convince himself that he was almost near the exit when he noticed the cook stumbling down the halls like he was drunk off his ass. The swordsman stopped and stood there with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. He took a few steps forward to say some rather vulgar words to the blonde chef.
"Oi, curly, how the hell did you get drunk in a school building?" Zoro sneered.
"'M not drunk…" Sanji drew out sleepily.
"Yes you are… you're staggering and drawling out your words like a drunkard would and you still can't tell your drunk? Who's all the shit now drunken curly?" Zoro jeered rudely.
The swordsman had made it to about a foot away from the cook when he stepped in something slick. On first instinct, Zoro lifted his foot up in disgust at whatever he had gotten on the bottom of his shoe. Looking down, he noticed the thick red smudges of blood on the ground. He blinked in confusion before looking again at the cook intensely only to finally realize the darker color on the blonde's uniform.
"Oi, where the hell is all this blood coming from? Don't tell me you cut yourself on a knife while cooking or something stupid." Zoro closed the gap between himself and Sanji in a few long strides, taking a closer look at the discoloration in the blonde's clothing.
"Shut… up… mari… mo…" Sanji took a spill forward only to be caught by Zoro before he could crash to the ground. Blood seeped from Sanji's clothing into the swordsman's, effectively staining it as well.
"Stupid shit cook. Look, you ruined my good shirt with your shitty blood." Zoro mumbled have to himself as he pulled the cook's arms over his shoulders and placed his arms under his legs as support.
Sanji slumped against the swordsman's back. His breathing was labored and shallow. Zoro heaved a sigh before finally seeing the exit sign and heading out the door and making a b-line for Chopper's small office. He knew that the cook probably needed a blood transfusion and a damn good doctor right now considering just how much blood was soaking into Zoro's clothing already. Somehow, Zoro managed to get to Chopper's in only five minutes instead of the two to three hour walk he usually took getting here. The swordsman knocked on the door to the curly brunette's small office insensitively.
"Zoro, what could you want at this time of night?" Chopper answered the door while rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
"It's not for me…" Zoro let the words drown out as he watched Chopper's eyes widen in horror at the amount of blood that soaked into the swordsman's shirt.
"Oh my god! Call a doctor!" Chopper started flailing and screaming for a doctor.
"Chopper, you are a doctor." Zoro explained calmly.
"That's right! Quickly come in and lay down on a bed so I can see what mess you made out of yourself this time!" Chopper chided with a glare.
"Like I said… I'm not here for me this time. I'm here for him." Zoro shifted the weightless blonde that lay unconscious against his back. The cook's breathing had become even more labored and was threatening to stop completely.
"Oh my god! What the hell happened to him? Lay him down and get me a swab of his blood so I can get his blood type quickly and start a transfusion immediately! Don't wrench him around more than necessary or he'll lose blood more quickly!" Chopper switched to doctor mode immediately and started to take control of the situation like Zoro had hoped he would. It was always a lot easier to follow than pull the punches according to the swordsman.
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After three hours of constant work, Sanji was finally ready to be left alone for an hour or so. Chopper ended up falling asleep on his desk while scratching down some notes. Zoro sat in the corner doing what seemed like sleeping, but was actually meditating. Most of the night had gone by without anyone stirring or moving. The small office had fallen silent except for the monotonous beep of the heart monitor and Chopper's light snoring. Listening to the rather tedious beeping sound, Zoro had fallen into a light nap for around an hour or so.
What had awoken him was a subtle twitch from Sanji that had caused the heart monitor to miss a beat and effectively wake the swordsman. Zoro yawned woozily as he looked to the one person pull out cot that the cook was lying in. The cook lay still for a few moments before lurching harshly to the side in pain. Sanji groaned a bit and the heart monitor started to speed up a bit, causing Zoro to quickly close the gap between him and the small doctor and shake Chopper awake.
"What's going on?" Chopper groaned drowsily before snapping to alertness at the sound of the cook's thrashing that had gotten more violent in the few seconds it took to wake the doctor.
"What the hell's going on?! He should be asleep right now since he's drugged!" Chopper cried as he rushed to the blonde's side and tried to begin another examination. "Damn it, Zoro!"
"What?" Zoro asked calmly.
"Hold him down as much as possible. Try to keep his abdomen facing skyward and keep him from jarring his wounds too much. If you can, hold down his legs while you're at it." Chopper reverted into his calm and collected doctor mode that made everyone he was ordering around listen and obey without retorting.
Zoro calmly but quickly made it over to the doctor's side and tried to hold down the thrashing blonde as best as he could. Sanji twisted in odd directions that made both Chopper and Zoro cringe. The swordsman had tried and failed several times to keep his legs in place and keep them from kicking out at both Chopper and himself. Chopper yelled at the swordsman half the time for not keeping Sanji's legs stilled. It resulted to Chopper using a muscle relaxant and some more sedatives to keep Sanji's kicks down to a strength that Zoro could handle while holding the blonde's body in a prone position.
"It seems that there was a subtle poison that I had missed in the first examination. It was probably due to my lack of sleep and on how I was paying more attention to his blood loss that something in the blood. Hold him down a little bit more still so that I can inject him with an antidote." Chopper rushed over to his medicine cabinets and began digging around busily.
By now Sanji had started to get feverish and pale. Zoro shifted his hold until he could lay the back of his hand against the cook's forehead. 'He's going to be so pissed when he finds out.' Zoro sniggered quietly to himself. Chopper came back moments after Zoro removed his hand and re-shifted his hold to where it used to be. The long, thin needle that the doctor carried was filled with some oddly green colored liquid that Chopper mentioned to be his new antidote.